The morning sun streamed through the blinds, casting a slanting glow into the office. The newly replaced desk and computer still carried the faint scent of plastic from their assembly. Bruce sat at his workstation, his brows slightly furrowed, his fingertips gliding slowly across the mouse.
His inbox was overflowing. Over two hundred unread emails flooded in, some from former colleagues at the forensic bureau offering congratulations, while the rest were mostly from female colleagues in the police force whom he wasn’t very familiar with. Some used subtle language to probe for collaboration opportunities, while others were blunt to the point of being shocking.
Others were even more unabashed in their intentions, attaching selfies of themselves in uniform or nearly naked, complete with roo
